Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Aug 16, 2012 7:31:01 GMT -8
“Playful is by far superior to serious,” K’tar opinioned, which an observer of his daily behavior could have defined as his life motto, or perhaps a statement of his inner calling.
“Did you teach Wave and Beam to dance, or did they just start doing it?” For all that he was wary of firelizards that came too close too quickly, or that were acting aggressive, he was well aware that around most people they were safe topics of conversation. The music was slowing down, signaling the soon to end dance, but K’tar being K’tar he wouldn’t react until the dance was over. No point in worrying about tomorrow when there’s fun here and now.
Viarth stepped back out into the hallway, having finally been crowded out from his post by the door. Dancing was fun, he knew, because K’tarHis was dancing and was having fun. Viarth looked around, wondering if he could find a fellow Weyrling of even an adult dragon, who’d be willing to dance with him. Spotting a movement of green hide, Viarth trotted over. He was right, it was Green-sister-Quimyenth-danced-with-Korith.
Green-sister-Quimyenth, can you teach me dancing? Viarth asked.
"Hmm, good point. You've got yourself a rather unpredictable friend there." The music had taken a break, so it was a nice time to rest her feet. She didn't walk away as she waited for the next song, only looked at Holt with a critical gaze when he asked if he was in trouble. Hmm. The music was starting up again so she followed his lead again, smiling quietly.
"Oh yes. Very much in trouble. I'm afraid you're just going to have to dance with me until I get tired. Don't try and get out of it, you brought this upon yourself." Mau giggled under her breath, having a hard time keeping a straight face during that little speech. It was pretty clear she was joking about him being in trouble. Her made up punishment though, well she wouldn't mind that at all. She smiled slyly as she looked back up at the tall boy she was dancing with.
Quimyenth peered at Viarth when he came over. She had been kinda waiting around for someone to dance with anyway, so she was pleased when the purple wanted to learn.
Sure! Qui trotted over to a nice place where they could be out of the way but still hear the music. Once she was there she thought back to how Mau had explained dancing to her at the gather, and tried to copy that. So, first you listen to the music. You gotta find the beat. Then you move your feet to the beat! So with this song it looked like this. Qui listened for a moment, then picked up the beat quickly. Once she did she started the simple diagonal back and forth she had before, her feet moving in time with the music. Cool, huh?
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Aug 16, 2012 14:34:25 GMT -8
Obediently, Viarth listened to the music. There was a brass to it that sounded like dragons. Briefly, he wondered if that was this ‘beat’, but it didn’t match the motion of Qui’s feet, so he listened once more. It took several seconds before he realized that his head and neck were bobbing forward and back as Qui’s feet moved, only it wasn’t the motion of her feet that dictated the movement. Rather, it was a thudding of the air, which was accompanied by a deep throb.
Is this the beat? Viarth asked. He cautiously began to rock from side to side, then started trying Qui’s diagonal motion. His whole movement promptly fell apart, and he had to stand there for several seconds before he could find the throbbing again.
This is hard, Viarth whined, but he had no intention of stopping. K’tarHis was having fun with it, therefore once he, Viarth, mastered it, it would be fun. Determined, the Purple Weyrling started up the diagonal rocking once more. This time, it stabilized and he was able to reply.
You’re right, Green-sister-Qui, this is fun, and cool.
Svak was still sleeping, the sun had not yet turned the sky into the bright colors of sunset. Ever since Impressing to Tsubareth she had stayed awake later and later into the night adapting to his preference to night hours.
SvakMine, there is a Turnover party that has started. He said as he nudged her awake.
"Hmmmm? Turnover? I like turnovers, they taste good." She mumbled rolling over.
Not that kind. He poked her in the stomach with his snout. The party kind.
"Yes Mine they usualy are served at parties." She burried her head into her pillow. He just glowerd at her. "Fine fine, I'm getting up." She sat up and stretched. "They better have a ton of food, I cleaned so many pans to get ready for the cooking today. I even got to help cook a little bit before I went to bed."
Tsubareth whined. They are all going to die Mine, what have you done?
"I'm a good cook and you know it." She said tapping his snout lightly and got into her pair of nice clothes. Form fitting pants that flared at the bottom and faded from black to blue to a thin band of silver near the bottom where the flare began. A shirt of a similar style was also fitted with long sleeves that flared between her elbows and wrists with a design that looked like silver white stars clustered at the bottom right of the shirt and spread out thinning as it went up and to the left before they dispersed completely not touching the left sleeve keeping it a solid black but covered the right sleeve. It was simple but nice and that was just right for Svak, she dressed up for no one but herself. Except maybe Tsubareth.
You look very nice SvakMine.
Thank you Tsubareth. My grandmother is an amazing seamstress and she made this for me when I was searched. It's just like my grandmother to give me clothes as a gift. She smiled fondly at the thought of her grandmother always trying to make sure she presented herself properly. "At least she has given up on sending me dresses and skirts." She sighed thankfully.
"Well shall we go get some food and check out this party?"
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Aug 16, 2012 19:13:31 GMT -8
Talira was looking all around, trying to take in the entire party at once. This was the first Turnover party she’d been to in her 10 Turns of life, and it was really exciting! There were people dancing, people talking, people snacking, people everywhere! Talira was turning this way and that, trying to take it all in. She thought she saw Rezamon, her cousin, over on the far wall, and started racing towards him, weaving through the crowd. She glanced back, and abruptly slammed into someone. Staggering, she glanced up.
“I’m really sorry sir,” she said to the tall, brown-haired man that she’d bumped into. She didn’t recall seeing him around, which was unusual; the hyper-active 10 Turn old usually knew just about everyone. She promptly decided to remedy her lack of knowledge. “What’s your name? Are you a Candidate?” Noticing his apprentice Smith knots as well as the Candidate knots, she added: “Do Smiths really learn how to touch glowing iron?”
Post by sweetlilangel on Aug 16, 2012 22:16:43 GMT -8
J'ston straightened his shirt and brushed his hands on his brown pants. The gather clothes were made specifically to match Sivith's hide, and they were comfortable enough, but as he watched everyone dancing, he questioned why he hadn't just taken a shift in the infirmary tonight.
Because you spent most of the day after Lessons there... Sivith pointed out, rustling his wings as he shifted again, looking for a comfortable position that didn't make the stone prick into his flanks, or the blanket that J'ston had acquired for him slide and rub wrong against his hide...
Right.. J'ston responded, as if he'd never done a double or even triple shift in the infirmary. Dancing wasn't his strongest ability with his false foot, but he could manage it if someone asked.. That didn't mean he was eager to be in a situation where he could be asked.
He popped some sweet little morsel in his mouth and chewed slowly. It seemed most people were paired up now. So maybe he had nothing to worry about and could just enjoy the food and drink... Though he'd touch nothing stronger than Klah. Who knew when an emergency might come up requiring his skills. He listened to Sivith quietly huffing and complaining of the little discomforts he felt as he ate another bit of food, smiling his amusement at the brown.
Should I come and fix the blanket, Love? He asked, as much sincerely hoping to help his dragon as looking for an excuse to leave the party.
No. No, I'll find a position. You enjoy the party. Sivith responded, dashing his hopes and knowing full well that he was doing so.
Chantrea smoothed the dress again. It had cost her a pretty penny to get this one. Red and full with gold trim. Oh yes... Many marks... but hopefully it would Impress. Not only K'tar either. Her hair was braided to the sside aqnd fell down over her right shoulder, though both shoulders were adorned by blue firelizards, one ill tempered and hissing and the other curious and bright eyed as he looked around, taking in the crowd and any goodies that might be ripe for the stealing.
Chantrea sighed and gave the flitter a gentle but firm little pat and continued on her way. She felt a bit odd, out of place. She took a breath and looked around. Perhaps she would see K'tar around here somewhere. Of course... his weren't the only eyes that should be attracted to her... but his mattered the most, of course. Why wouldn't they? He was... well... She wasn't sure what he was exactly...
"It was a mutual thing," Adelia answered, giggling softly as she felt Beam dart down and flick her hair playfully. She knew it was Beam because Wave, while playful, was more interested in the smell of the sweetrolls at the moment, and she gently but firmly tapped his mental nose, alerting him that she knew what he was up to.
She could also sense the music slowing down and coming to its end, and when it did, she curtseyed teasingly to the PurpleWeyrling, then stepped back, one hand coming up so Beam could settle gracefully to it, fluttering her wings until she was balanced, her tail coiled about her Mine's wrist like a pale golden bracelet. "Thank you for the dance, K'tar. I enjoyed it," she said, cocking her head slightly, copper tresses falling about her shoulder, and the Blue flitter now perched thereon. "But Wave is eyeing the sweetrolls, and if I don't get him one now, he'll revert to stealing, which I've TRIED to train out of him."
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Aug 17, 2012 0:58:45 GMT -8
K’tar laughed, echoing Adelia’s curtsey with a bow. “You might have to feed him then,” he teased. “Theft’s a difficult thing to train out.” He was smiling as he continued, for his good manners were reasserting themselves, with: “but there is nothing you should thank me for, for the honor of the dance with you was more than thanks enough.”
He melted back into the crowd then, intending to stay out of Holt’s sight, just in case his friend objected to the method by which he’d been guaranteed a dance. Spotting a familiar face, K’tar moseyed over towards one of the food tables, and the brown-clothed Weyrling near them.
“Hey J’ston,” he said, leaning casually against the wall near the other Weyrling. “Nice evening, isn’t it?” he continued, meeting the older youth’s brown eyes briefly before scanning the room. The comment was more statement than question, for in K’tar’s opinion there was little to make this night disagreeable, and that mostly consisted of the absence of… K’tar felt his eyes grow wide.
Chan… he thought, staring at the girl that he’d seen on the far side of the dance floor. That had to have been her! At least one blue firelizard, and the hair had looked right too. Sure he’d never seen that dress before, all red and gold and making him glad he’d opted for black clothing, since grey would hardly have looked as good next to it, but then only really tasteless women wore the same dress to different parties, or so his father had said.
“Excuse me, I believe I have spotted the one that wanted to meet me here,” K’tar explained to J’ston, then he slipped back into the crowd. At least, I hope she wanted to meet me here, he thought. The music was starting to pick back up, so he quickened his pace. Finally, he slipped around a last clump of people and there she was, the heart-shaped face, beautiful deep-brown almond eyes, the figure, only accentuated further by the full and gorgeous ruby-red dress with its gold trim…
Dance only! he snapped at himself, slicing his thoughts off before they could get out of hand. “Chantrea, might I have the honor of dancing this set with you?” he asked, giving her, not the bow the Weyrlings had learned, but the full formal bow that would have accompanied such a request at a dance at a formal gathering of Lord Holders.
Post by sweetlilangel on Aug 17, 2012 9:35:35 GMT -8
Kronikoth's tail lashed back and forth with no regard for anything in it's path. The stone beneath was worn smooth from this life-long habit. He was not happy. No. Not in the least. In fact, he was rather angry. This silly party, that Mi'an thought it was within his duties to attend, put his rider far too close to people the Crimson had deemed unworthy and some of them, he was, sure, were down right dangerous. Would his rider listen when he told them they could go elsewhere to celebrate the Turnover?
No. Of course not. Mi'an had donned his finest, most intricate leathers, tooled with designs of smoke-like dragons ghosting randomly here and there, and dyed to match Kronikoth's colors. Then the bull-headed rider had joined the rest of Weyr in their celebrations. Kronikoth hissed his annoyance. Someone was bound to cause problems for them.
Mi'an chuckled at his dragon's possessive and paranoid attitude. Nothing is going to happen, you fool dragon. He informed Kronikoth before taking the plate he'd loaded with delicacies only brought out at Turnover. He moved quickly away from the food tables to find a seat. He would find a dance partner after he stopped his stomach from rumbling. It was, after all, important for all the riders to show their support of all the Weyr's endeavors...
Kronikoth snorted, but didn't dignify his rider with an answer, which was fine with Mi'an. The less the brute butted into his thoughts, the more likely it was he'd fine some fun tonight. With no current duties to attend to, he was free to indulge a bit. Which also explained the fine wine he currently sipped at. Sipped. Not gulped or even drank up... But Sipped, because a good wine was delicate and worthy of being savored. Not just worthy of it, but should be savored.
His eyes sparkled as they roamed through the people present. Perhaps one would be attracted to him and he wouldn't even have to hunt out a partner for himself...
Chantrea smiled warmly at K'tar as he approached, taking him in. The black clothing he wore made him all the more handsome. She smiled warmly at him. She felt herself blush slightly. IT was the oddest feeling, quite honestly. she wounder if he would notice. She almost never blushed- and most certainly not just because of a young man...
Her smile grew a bit more. "Yes." That was all as she curtsied to him, tilting her head slightly and stepping toward him, reaching out a hand for him to take, her warm brown eyes gliding over his features, attempting to read his mind in a way, as if wondering what exactly what he was thinking and what he felt. Her hand, of its own accord, skimmed along his cheekbone, before dropping it and turning a further shade of red, looking down at her feet which she wore simple black shoes on, though they were mostly hidden by her skirt.
Zigfried and Amp chortled in confusion at the feelings of Theirs.
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Aug 17, 2012 19:32:32 GMT -8
K’tar had noticed that Chantrea’s cheeks looked pinker than normal as he approached, but he’d thought it a trick of the light until he’d bowed and asked for the dance.
She’s actually blushing, he thought, surprised. He hadn’t seen her do that too many times.
K’tar’s smile grew wider in an echo of Chantrea’s as she stepped towards him, reaching out her hand. Echoing her motion, he smoothly took her hand, stepping forward and drawing her closer, so that they were close enough to dance. Her hand traced along his cheekbone then, leaving the skin tingling in its wake, and it was his turn to blush. He was caught between directives then, as the directive of his emotions dictated that he catch her hand and kiss it, while the remembered directive of Weyrling Master Inoria’s ‘orders’ told him that he had better not do such.
The music saved him from having to decide which directive to obey, for the opening measures of the dance started then, a signal for all partners to once more enter the floor. “You look gorgeous,” K’tar commented, as with a second slight bow to Chantrea, he stepped sideways, guiding her out into the opening for dancing.
“Have you had any more trouble with your family?” he inquired, remembering with a sudden chill that he hadn’t had a chance to talk with Chantrea since the Headwoman was killed. I hope that wasn’t her family, or… his face paled a little, thinking what they might try and do to Chan, if that had been her family.
Chantrea looked at K'tar. Chantrea felt a vague dissapointment that he did not seem to respond with more than a blush, but... he was a weyrling and only so much was appropriate. But... still... She wished... She didn't know what she wished. She clasped his had a little tighter as she felt her breath catch.
"Thank you,"she said softly, blushing again. "You look great K'tar,"she said softly and, though she knew better, she gently brushed her lips against his ear.
She enjoyed feeling the feeling of being close to him. It was odd. She had never enjoyed such a feeling in the past. Never had their been any reason or a good man for her before. She still scoffed at her own thoughts and the idea that she could feel as such... but she could not deny what was as it was.
She let him guide her - closing her eyes and pressed a bit closer to him, as close as the dance would allow.
"I haven't... heard from them recently..." She didn't realize that his face had paled... she wasn't looking at the moment.
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Aug 18, 2012 12:49:39 GMT -8
K’tar’s smile returned when Chan blushed again. She’d accepted the compliment, and it obviously pleased her, the blush was a proof of that. He was quite proud of himself for that; the successful delivery of a compliment was, in his opinion, an important accomplishment, one worthy of a young dragonrider.
He swallowed against his reaction when her lips brushed his ear, though he nearly gave up and kissed her anyway. Would have given up, especially as Chantrea pressed closer to him, if Viarth hadn’t stumbled into something outside and smacked his nose, accidently transmitting his pain to his rider, who flinched and rubbed his nose with his spare hand.
“Sorry, Viarth just hit his nose on something,” K’tar explained, returning his spare hand to its proper place. He wanted to say more, wanted to ask her if she thought her family might have been involved in what happened to the Headwoman, but at the same time he couldn’t bear to bring up something that would like as not cause fear and even dread.
They’re her family, he reminded himself, Surely they’d let her know if they intended to hurt her, and they would have warned her about the Headwoman being killed… wouldn’t they? Abruptly, K’tar wasn’t certain, remembering things that he’d heard circulating among the guards at Stormy Plains. He needed to say something, so he settled on the first possible subject change that came to mind.
“I like your dress. You should wear red more often, it looks good on you.” He forced his voice to sound upbeat, and just doing so helped clear his mood, enough so that he was able to genuinely smile as he finished.
Chan laughed and smiled at K'tar, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "You have to love that dragon," she said, speaking highly affectionately of the purple. she had a bit of a soft spot for the purple and was more than ready to admit it. Though... she wasn't as willing to admit she had feelings for K'tar.... though it was probably quite clear. She didn't well control it... but that didn't mean she admitted it.
She blushed again. Faranth. Why did he have to be so good at making her blush today? "Th-Thank you..." she looked down then just.... simply leaned into him, closing her eyes and taking in a deep breath and letting it out softly, a small smile on her face.
She looked up as Zigfried gave a slight hiss and looked in the direction he indicated and... paled. Atalia. Cahlet. They were here. Dressed in green and brown clothing, though not full on gowns. She stilled and tried to look away as if she hadn't seen him. Amp was hissing as well. Faranth. "K-K'tar... um... can we move further... over there?" she whispered softly. She wasn't sure what they were doing here. Were they involved somehow with the headwoman's missing.